This is a song about "Milk"

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money