This is a song about "Cookie jar"

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

Looka the way the cookie crumbles... its heading you way.

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Give a nookie, i'll pass the cookie, not a rookie

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Like i was trapped in jar but then i met my homie karn

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My screws are a little to lossely,not screwed in right but nice cookie,

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space