This is a song about "Cookies and writing out"

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I do the right thing

And then i started writing,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

All the time with this glock of mines

Stop writing and take time with ur rhymes

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

High off life and vicodin writing shit and reciting it,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

I be writing and typing