This is a song about "Spilt milk"

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

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

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

That'll do anything that i please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,