This is a song about "Milk"

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

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Guess i’m different than most

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

As much as i wanna leave

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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