This is a song about "Milk"

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Cause this album pack enough evil

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

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

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free