This is a song about "Milk cookies soda chips"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

A modern day goodfella, i'm ray liotta

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

For a bit of weed and chips

She likes the way it hits her lips

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience