This is a song about "Safety about cookie dough"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Now everyone like give this boy a cookie

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

U stole my money bread and dough

I gonna take it really nice and slow