This is a song about "Milk"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

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

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I'm why baby mommas leave