This is a song about "Milk duds"

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

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

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Ill get my mate duds to see that

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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