This is a song about "Milk"

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

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

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal