This is a song about "Milk money"

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Not hungry for my poetry

I heard that time is money

Hustle for dis country money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Music is money, money isn't music

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/