This is a song about "Over cookies"

We don't ever make love

Over these mattresses,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Over here, money over there

Over here, money over there

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

That damier bag i bought her

And i just want to hold her

Those days are fucking over

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

One blink and its over

It ain't where i been

Over the competition