This is a song about "Milk"

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

God mc oh my god you gotta see