This is a song about "Breat milk"

Third ward general, young cash money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

Specially equities, reckon we smile

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal