This is a song about "Cook"

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

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

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

She even said she can cook!

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes