This is a song about "Sour milk"

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

You're minds gone sour

I call her, no answer

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

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

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Milk her out like a fucking animal/

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Smokin sweet and sour