This is a song about "Thomas cook airlines"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

We will cook you up and eat,

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Oh my, the mind is high like em airlines

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I can only love you when you’re undressed

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

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