This is a song about "Super m made with milk"

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

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I made umpteen faults wish to heal my injury with happiness vaccine

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

With my sexy ass erection, so m uch perfection

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

The other super powerful beings wouldn't play with him, they were being mean.

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists

I get approached by animal activists