This is a song about "Kill meek mill"

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

That's aids to the ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

I'm gon remember her, but still

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Lady at the frank stand will

Call this shit the meal kill

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill