This is a song about "Sour milk"

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

And that i spent the night with her

You're minds gone sour

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

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake