This is a song about "Milk shake"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

They all just shake their heads and scoff

Shake it for the man of the year

And never should you fear

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

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

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

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

Specially equities, reckon we smile

To increase my ends

Shake junt, get buck my friends

(milkshake)that thing shake with it

Look inside my closet