This is a song about "Milk"

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see