This is a song about "Dissing meek mill"

You're fucking with me, nigga

We are see it right , dissing a

Dissing dissabled, will next take the throne,

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

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

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

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Going broke, no sir

Im dissing fags over