This is a song about "Kill meek mill"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Till we will, fucking kill!

For real, a nigga ill