This is a song about "Milkman made outta milk"

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

But there's nothing else inside

Then it winks outta sight

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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