This is a song about "Cookies and frogs"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

That damier bag i bought her

Hip is hopping, like frogs

Where would i be without my dogs

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

And a fridge and some broccoli

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

And kill yourself and your clique

African queen got what you need

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,