This is a song about "Cookies and working out"

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

You never play with young boys cause they never private

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And that's exactly why i'm working so it's no part of me.

I live my life in tha fast lane

From working through rain and pain

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I say "stay", she wanna leave