This is a song about "Stealing milk like a gangsta"

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

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

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Stealing magazine's & chip's

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.