This is a song about "Sour milk"

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

You're minds gone sour

You know the gunpowder

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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