This is a song about "Jugged milk"

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

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free