This is a song about "Milk duds"

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Five shots she ready to leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

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

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry