This is a song about "Spilt milkshake"

Your punch lines are pitiful

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

But that's only in the future, y'all cold as hot chocolate,

Fire on my mind like im green

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Tracks, then i just sip them like it's cocoa, it's a

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

People wonder why grass is green,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Yeah, the executive branch is ran by the president, the vp, and the cabinet.