This is a song about "Cook"

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa