This is a song about "Mr milk man"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Cold, my style making my nose run

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Look it something they can't ever see

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

Mr mathers is the man

Still the man with the pan