This is a song about "9 mill"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the old duck

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

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

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed