This is a song about "Lesbian breast milk"

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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