This is a song about "Milk"

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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