This is a song about "Cook"

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

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

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

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

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

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

But she's a good cook and supporter

Ay yo you wonder who i are

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker