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

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

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

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

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I just want somebody i can see

Spitting 'n spitting close to a tsunami