This is a song about "Oreo cookies"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I'm white but i rap tight, inside out oreo.

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Caged, and the wonder is seen

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys