This is a song about "Lake mills"

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

A lake or ditch that's what happens to a snitch

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

My reservation is to make some mills

Cause tears falling down make me ache

They'll find your body deep in a lake

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

They threw a rock in the lake, but it hasnt started rippling

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Petrified planking and trending mills

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

All these assholes can go and jump in a burning lake

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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