This is a song about "Ass milk"

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

And i know - there'll never be peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

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

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

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

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,