This is a song about "Cook"

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

The day before is better than the present