This is a song about "Milk"

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

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

I just call it …remember all the dough

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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