This is a song about "Milk"

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

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

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