This is a song about "Diss meek mill"

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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