This is a song about "Batches and cookies"

She can only live for the moment

Social conditioning and

And their mothers and fathers

Know just what your worth

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

What i do, through and through and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

To make karma come faster than she normally will

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble