This is a song about "Milk"

Almost lost my life to the industry

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal