This is a song about "Milk it"

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Ya love it gone admit it

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Live from the lamont's rose

Milk mustache and a bloody nose