This is a song about "Making a mill"

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

All while i'm making a name

I'm going off the top of the brain

A ghetto in the making.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

I'm just trying to focus

No one’s making a fuss

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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