This is a song about "Milk city"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

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

Lord knows you've been busy

I grew up in nola city,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Oh girl now don't be silly

I grew up in nola city,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

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

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