This is a song about "Milk cookies chips"

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

After eating burgers and chips

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics