This is a song about "Dan 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

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

But she's a good cook and supporter

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam