This is a song about "Milk city"

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

I do dis for my niggas and city

While i'm making history

Man but this ain't no sign language

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

We can talk things over a little a while