This is a song about "Tittie milk"

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

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

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Yeah come holla at your uncle