This is a song about "Cook"

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

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

I wonder why we take from our women

I'm a son of gun

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent