This is a song about "Milk"

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I'm everything that they call nice