This is a song about "Kill meek mill"

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Ive got no license to kill

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

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

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother