This is a song about "Milk my ass"

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

My man got a feel for your ass

No one-half and i hate math

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

But i let off everything i have

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

We love for a while then a light goes

Puberty hit last night, kicked my ass.

Rolling while im blowing this stash