This is a song about "Cookie jar"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

And all women who had light features, see

Now everyone like give this boy a cookie

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

All up in your motherfucking mouthheadbanger boogie

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse