This is a song about "Dylan is cook"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

When you see the instant replay

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

But she's a good cook and supporter

Get your paper, see you later

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I never use a fork i always spoon her

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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