This is a song about "Milk and cookies"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

And remember what i said and

Dc star, a pg legend

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Guess i’m different than most

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

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal