This is a song about "Milk"

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

A criminal grind mean hustle

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Every night i stroke hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

They all need attention, they call me a g though

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

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street