This is a song about "Milk"

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Not likely like stay long please

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

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

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

We can talk things over a little a while

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

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

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