This is a song about "A monster cookies dank butter"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

I'm a monster, you afraid

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Even if you a monster

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

They call him a monster when in all reality they created him

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

A shocker that double entendre was something monster

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.