This is a song about "Milk duds"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Ill get my mate duds to see that

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep