This is a song about "Milk"

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Cause there'll never be peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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