This is a song about "Miss cookies"

Third ward general, young cash money

We still miss your company

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

The giant number who miss you

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Dc has never seen such progress

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

I never miss everytime i pitch

Man but this ain't no sign language