This is a song about "Stealing milk"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

You easy stealing picked pocket,

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I'm everything that they call nice

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

You know that love is a very serious thing

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

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

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

Confessing my stealing convenience

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal