This is a song about "Milk"

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle