This is a song about "Drakevsmeek mill"

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

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

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

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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