This is a song about "Cartoned milk"

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

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal