This is a song about "Cookies and creme"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I know most guys won't freak together

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

And get it again and again

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

She got me caught up in the moment

And remember what i said and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I said i'm hurting her

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will