This is a song about "Madalyn cook"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

You know...you know who you are

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

She even said she can cook!

No hook, fuck a hook

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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