This is a song about "Safety about cookie dough"

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Give a nookie, i'll pass the cookie, not a rookie

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I know sounds like the usual shit, the riches and dough,

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy