This is a song about "Milk"

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose