This is a song about "Milk"

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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

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

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

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

We love for a while then a light goes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money