This is a song about "Cook"

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

She even said she can cook!

My bitches fuck me good

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

This a different motor man better go to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof