This is a song about "Milk shake"

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Slithering snake you whither and shake

They all just shake their heads and scoff

We gone ride'till the wheels fall off

Now a nigga got baking to bake

It might take a crown to boxlot shake

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Bitches shake their booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Wit my kin that i came in wit

(milkshake)that thing shake with it