This is a song about "Milk"

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

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

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest