This is a song about "Milk"

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

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

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

As much as i wanna leave

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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