This is a song about "Lesbian breast milk"

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

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

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

I got to make sure that i can play here

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,