This is a song about "Milk"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

I got rich from a little struggle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal