This is a song about "Cookie jam"

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

Now everyone like give this boy a cookie

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

I know that bangers jam

Hoppin' out a van

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close