This is a song about "Milk duds"

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

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

Is that okay? i make one sweet day look like one of oj's duds

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

Took me a while just to write those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble