This is a song about "Milkman made outta milk"

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

Like a fiend off the best rock

Sliding in and outta her slot

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

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

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street