This is a song about "Milk"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Ain't no women at the shows

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think