This is a song about "Got milk"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I got more and you got less

I just play my part make moves like chess

And don't make vibrations stop

Immortality like i have got

Got through elementary,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free