This is a song about "Martyn cook"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

What up girl, tell me how you been