This is a song about "How to reuse milk cartons"

And all women who had light features, see

And how to battle me politely

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Cause all i want is you, baby

How it's supposed to be

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

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

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

And i ain't goin' well

Teach wack rappers how to spell