This is a song about "Milk"

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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