This is a song about "Dads cookies"

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,