This is a song about "Fortune cookie"

I may be level 1, but that doesn't mean i'm a rookie, you dissed nobody, congrats, want a cookie?

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin

Looka the way the cookie crumbles... its heading you way.

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,