This is a song about "Cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Now cook me a meal, gordon

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come