This is a song about "Strawberry yogurt"

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Tell me how can we live this way

I pipe in and one night her

I was soft so tender

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Do this shit blowin up like a nuclear war plant

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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