This is a song about "Milk"

So while you worry about the hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble