This is a song about "Cook"

We will cook you up and eat,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

This thing that you could imagine

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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