This is a song about "Milk"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

We can talk things over a little a while

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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