This is a song about "Cook"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hoes row got beans in them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,