This is a song about "Milk"

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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