This is a song about "Milk"

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And i know - there'll never be peace

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes