This is a song about "Milk"

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

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

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I just want somebody i can see

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/