This is a song about "Batches and cookies"

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Social conditioning and

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Cause there'll never be peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

I've been baking up these batches since my match lit and went out

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

From the back seat, back seat

And stop playing hide and seek,