This is a song about "Milk city"

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

705 this our city,

Mama made her pretty

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

You feel it from your head to your toes

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

We can talk things over a little a while

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