This is a song about "Tittie milk"

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

But in the meantime it's lights please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck