This is a song about "Cats licking milk"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Licking picking and ticking the package,

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most