This is a song about "Milk"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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,

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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