This is a song about "Fuck meek mill"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the duck

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune