This is a song about "Dan cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Like it was a pass from dan marino

And i did the video for really though

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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