This is a song about "Cook"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And then along came the wrong man for her

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But she's a good cook and supporter

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts