This is a song about "Milk and cookies"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,