This is a song about "Pineapple oreo milk guacomole turkey verizon black"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Top dropped down, black on black

And daddy's in the cadillac

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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