This is a song about "Milk and cookies"

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

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

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Grab the scissors and saws and

But got comma’s in my statement

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes