This is a song about "Milk"

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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