This is a song about "Cook"

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that