This is a song about "Cookies are nice"

Why can't you just play nice

I used to have a nine to five

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Prove that if you were half as nice

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I live in a nice town, i live with people who are scary.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

We will never die, we are forever alive

So many of you can think you're nice,

With a nice vanilla cream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I'll make sure these bars are nice, no rewrite,

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

What the fuck are you doing, she's my sister, you best be nice to her

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever