This is a song about "Make a cookie n gga"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Ur rhyming flow is shit n' dont make sense to me,

Duct tape just incase you try to go n make an escape

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Seeing her charmed tresses'd make me dream 'n' start #sweating

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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 let me tell you about this guy

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

N imma squeeze it like a mixture

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

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I think you got an infection sweetie, don't touch me my sweet cookie!