This is a song about "Chasing mill"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

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

I used to be the most humble until

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six