This is a song about "Milk"

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle