This is a song about "Wafer"

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Now everyone like give this boy a cookie

Ill snap this cracker if he takes another glance at my tracks

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

When you rap mumblin,when you walk stumblin,your like a cookie crumblin.

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming