This is a song about "Diss meek mill"

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

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

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

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

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Spit a poem or a diss

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss