This is a song about "Hollow points in my 9 mill"

He tried tossing to andre johnson

Blossoms in my radius, common

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

I get my points across and say shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

We all forget points in our life replace them

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though