This is a song about "Milk"

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

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

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

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

So while you worry about the hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck