This is a song about "Milk and pudding"

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

And these shape-shifting hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Pudding? but what's for pudding, may you ask?

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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