This is a song about "You need milk"

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

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

Do you a need a donation

You're uncool like my mother kin

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

No one notice your struggle

You need to be original

You need to be removed

I must go like fly route

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Its cold as shit in this booth

You need shoes i need booze

// [and i don't need you]

And word i blew off herb i grew