This is a song about "Milk"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Shout out them strippers who hustle

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

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

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal