This is a song about "Spilt milkshake"

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Countless bitches like spree shop, connect like free spot/

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Milk her out like a fucking animal/