This is a song about "Fire cookies"

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Someone call an ambulance, everyone's on fire!/

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Sinful desire burned within like a fire

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Left with nothing but eternal fire

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

I spit with this lyrical fire,

We about to set your shit on fire

And then along came the wrong man for her