This is a song about "Milk cookies chips"

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Of all burgers the chips

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose