This is a song about "Jugged milk"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb