This is a song about "Tori cook"

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Well baby bot there ain't no question

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

From hollywood to the hood

She even said she can cook!

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,