This is a song about "Milk"

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

And these shape-shifting hoes

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift