This is a song about "Cookies and writing out"

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Give me that pad and pen and let me start writing again.

I apologized a trillion times

Stop writing and take time with ur rhymes

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Can't stand without writing rap and

This shit makes me better at writing verses and some solid hooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof