This is a song about "Milk money"

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

You're very attractive, and notice that

Getting to the money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

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

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Milk her out like a fucking animal/