This is a song about "Milk"

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Five shots she ready to leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

This is love, nothing else close