This is a song about "Milk shake"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

They all just shake their heads and scoff

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Bitches shake their booty

Let me rideuntil i get free

Shake it for the man of the year

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp