This is a song about "Cookie jar"

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

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

I think you got an infection sweetie, don't touch me my sweet cookie!

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

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

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

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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