This is a song about "Sour milk"

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Just gimme a hour, i’ll light it up like an eiffel tower

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour

I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug