This is a song about "Cookies and milk"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

I'm why baby mamas leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,