This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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