This is a song about "Milk"

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal