This is a song about "Your milk taste bad"

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Your hairstyle is bad, and i hate it

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

This bad habit of giving into your madness

Your face looks like it taste hooks

Epic, they used to feed me detours