This is a song about "Jonathan cook"

My nigga, no hook

She even said she can cook!

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

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

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right