This is a song about "Fill"

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

You stood me up and i understand

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

On they twitter writing novels, see

Lady at the frank stand will

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

So i gotta spit to this

Fill up the body full of crosses

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I have enough whisky to fill this desire