This is a song about "Lesbian breast milk"

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

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

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

So while you worry about the hoes

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

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

I don't gotta be here