This is a song about "Milk"

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

You feel it from your head to your toes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

Got to the end of the tunnel

Milk her out like a fucking animal/