This is a song about "Squirrel milk"

Squirrel is running on the roof

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Squirrel is running on the roof

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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