This is a song about "Titty milk"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Don't forget the chi though, guns are like a pyro

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

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug