This is a song about "Strawberry yoghurt"

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Pockets probably like fried food

That thing juicy, no fruit

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, i'm going ham,

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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