This is a song about "Eating cookies"

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

When my competition ain't much

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

In a beanie eating zucchinis dodging the diabetes

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Eating my soul just like cancer,

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

I need a backyard full court size

While you chinese be eating flies