This is a song about "Pumpkin latte"

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

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

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

And i like my marijuana bright

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal