This is a song about "Tittie milk"

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Big homie hov said i am close

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect