This is a song about "Kill meek mill"

Uhh, and i'm ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Ive got no license to kill

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

See your meek, weak and your future is bleak cuz im lebron james and i am bringing the heat.

Call this shit the meal kill

For real, a nigga ill

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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