This is a song about "Milk money"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Getting to the money

Shit with our whole family

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,