This is a song about "White milk"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Especially if you are fucking white.

And you're, approaching me right

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

I got that powder, i got that white

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight