This is a song about "Eating cookies"

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Usually i scare my victims before i go and do my eating

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

So now she picks up the gun