This is a song about "Milk it"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

The dead society of a poet

Ya love it gone admit it

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

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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

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

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

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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