This is a song about "Drakevsmeek mill"

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still