This is a song about "Making a mill"

No one’s making a fuss

See, i'm just trying to focus

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

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

I’m a star in the making

I do the right thing

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill