This is a song about "21 mill"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I'm a catch 21, this close to nothing

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

21 but haters know i got bitches to last a life time

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

I never smiled as a juvenile

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Wearin' forever 21, while we're just wearin' khakis

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger