This is a song about "Milk"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Got shows on top of shows

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Third ward general, young cash money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey