This is a song about "Bill meadows"

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

That's aids to the ill

Heh, now don't go all kill bill