This is a song about "Milk and honey"

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You need money holla at ya boy honey

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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