This is a song about "Mariah cook"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

This a different motor man better go to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.