This is a song about "Ass milk"

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

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

Fell asleep in first class

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

So chase the air hide your stash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass