This is a song about "Fill"

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Nothing to fill the void of emptiness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

As my record label nitpicks at this

Fill up the body full of crosses

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

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

And get caught, in the moment

Young retards fill up my teams and

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Keep going till i get my fill