This is a song about "9 mill"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

To make karma come faster than she normally will