This is a song about "Milk it"

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Whatever started it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

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

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed