This is a song about "Smoothie"

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Then put it into sex drive

...that's all i have

With shards of ice and glass

The truth shall be told

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,