This is a song about "Milk"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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