This is a song about "Milk"

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug