This is a song about "Milk and pudding"

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I make you feel like it is 10 below

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal