This is a song about "Milk"

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Milk her out like a fucking animal/