This is a song about "Fuck meek mill"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy