This is a song about "Fill"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Get ready to fill up the db, deploy to s3

Just hustling you understand

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I have enough whisky to fill this desire

Keep going till i get my fill

As i light one for ill will

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

I hope you know by at the end i was a just a silly fill.

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep