This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Top ranked, number one my son

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But she's a good cook and supporter

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look