This is a song about "Cook"

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

See i can only love you when you undressed

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