This is a song about "Sour milk"

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

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

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Smokin sweet and sour

You gon' tip her

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/