This is a song about "Milk"

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,