This is a song about "Milk tea"

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

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

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

You gotta breathe and be at ease