This is a song about "Milk"

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

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

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