This is a song about "Soy milk"

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

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

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

And i did the video for really though

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,