This is a song about "Milk"

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug

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

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

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Cause this album pack enough evil

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

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist