This is a song about "Sean s milk"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Notorious, pun, l, sean, k.r.i.t., but i'm the big picture,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold