This is a song about "Milk"

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I'm why baby mamas leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Guess i’m different than most