This is a song about "Milk"

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Big homie hov said i am close