This is a song about "Milk"

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free