This is a song about "Delivering cookies"

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

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble