This is a song about "9 mill"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

I never smiled as a juvenile

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

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Niggas in the street scared

With a 9 in the belt