This is a song about "Delivering cookies"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

All this paper i fold

Distilling ether and delivering it to each of you quivering rappers,

Yup sure,i came from the dirt,ordained from his his birth and i'll remain on this earth

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble