This is a song about "Titty milk"

And any girl that's part of the itty bitty titty committee can surely

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Suckle from the titty of a crack addict

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup