This is a song about "Cook"

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

No hook, fuck a hook

She even said she can cook!

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house