This is a song about "Cook"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good