This is a song about "Milk"

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Guess i’m different than most

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Five shots she ready to leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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