This is a song about "Milk cookies chips"

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Double m-g not to mention we got that

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

Of all burgers the chips

Size 9 fly kicks