This is a song about "You are made of sugar milk and molasses oh"

Fuck you and oh ya fuck you too

And word i blew off herb i grew

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Took me a while just to write those

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

If you think your tough, come and show me what you made of

And me now ! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.. yeah, yeah.. every distance we apart,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock