This is a song about "Pigeon milk"

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

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

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Show yourself what have you hidden so get ridden or i will u mark u peace like a pigeon

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Raisin' in a pigeon-hole; being told -"it is all you could be given..."