This is a song about "Cook"

Redan road, that’s my street

We will cook you up and eat,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

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

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,