This is a song about "Tittie milk"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

So while you worry about the hoes

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

As much as i wanna leave