This is a song about "Delivering cookies"

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Like i'm a preacher delivering a sermon at church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,