This is a song about "Cereal"

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

What does it taste like well the #cereal is #bitter

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count