This is a song about "Cookies and milk"

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

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

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment