This is a song about "Milk"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Big homie hov said i am close

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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