This is a song about "Milk"

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

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

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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