This is a song about "Milk dud"

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Laughin hahaha bitch you thought it was a dud....

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough