This is a song about "Fill"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

"hey you,i got a casket for you to fill!"

Get ready to fill up the db, deploy to s3

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I have enough whisky to fill this desire

At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Fill the library of a college , flying my vision like a cockpit,