This is a song about "Milk"

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

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal