This is a song about "Milk city"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

That'll do anything that i please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'mma drop you off home quickly

I grew up in nola city,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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