This is a song about "Chocolate chip cookies"

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

A criminal grind nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Aren't you somethin', an original

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

That smells and tastes like chocolate, you want some?"

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy