This is a song about "Milk it"

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Ya love it gone admit it

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep