This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

Would look at us all the time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Until the end of time

Almost at the finish line

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Uh, well, don't waste time

Let them sail to finish line,

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

But she's a good cook and supporter

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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