This is a song about "Milk"

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

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

Here they keep a rachet close

Milk mustache and a bloody nose