This is a song about "Got milk"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I got that powder, i got that white

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

And i'm a just take another guess

I got more and you got less

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

We'll fuck up everything we got,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

You got fired i got promoted

Killing these niggas off quick