This is a song about "Milk"

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

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I'm everything that they call nice

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough