This is a song about "Milk duds"

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Got shows on top of shows

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient