This is a song about "Sour milk"

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Smokin sweet and sour

But that's what he liked her

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,