This is a song about "Milk"

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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