This is a song about "Fuck meek mill"

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill