This is a song about "Milk"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Must be something you want me to see

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

As much as i wanna leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,