This is a song about "Milk"

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Got shows on top of shows

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,