This is a song about "Cook"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

We will cook you up and eat,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

She even said she can cook!

Lobsters and shrimp im good

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts