This is a song about "Milk"

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Every night i stroke hoes

Got to the end of the tunnel

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

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

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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