This is a song about "Goats milk"

Took me a while just to write those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug