This is a song about "Milk"

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

A criminal grind mean hustle

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal