This is a song about "Milk"

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

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

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

We love for a while then a light goes

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck