This is a song about "Milk"

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Guess i’m different than most

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck