This is a song about "Milk"

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

A criminal grind mean hustle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty