This is a song about "Spilt milkshake"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

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

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

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,