This is a song about "Milk"

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

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

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest