This is a song about "Milk"

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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