This is a song about "Elliott cook"

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

Can only make me stronger

But she's a good cook and supporter

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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

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