This is a song about "Cook"

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Call the network dipset family ties

Had to wear the 13's with 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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin