This is a song about "Cookies and creme"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Man this life is but a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

And get it again and again

Flyer then the rest of them

And a fridge and some broccoli

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy