This is a song about "Madalyn cook"

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Everything i wanted never seem so close