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

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

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

Cause there'll never be peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

No, no, we are not those