This is a song about "Milk"

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

No, no, we are not those

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

That'll do anything that i please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug