This is a song about "Milkman made outta milk"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

Took me a while just to write those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Then it winks outta sight

Whether you wrong or you right

Sliding in and outta her slot

That's how i got the weed spot

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

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

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I just wanna keep it real

Move your shit outta here