This is a song about "Squirrel milk"

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Squirrel is running on the roof

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Squirrel is running on the roof

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes