This is a song about "Drake and meek mill"

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

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

Like a male version of lauryn hill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

See your meek, weak and your future is bleak cuz im lebron james and i am bringing the heat.

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Trinidad james, 2chainz, drake and this problem

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Yeah, try keeping up with that, drake/