This is a song about "Milk"

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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