This is a song about "Dissing meek mill"

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

This dissing and criticism isn't

With such an ugly picture in it and

We are see it right , dissing a

They infiltrate our homes, africa