This is a song about "Kill meek mill"

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Uhh, and i'm ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

That's aids to the ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak