This is a song about "Milk dud"

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

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

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Five shots she ready to leave