This is a song about "Meek mill"

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

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

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

Like a male version of lauryn hill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

[8]pelicans briefly speak, this is no world for the meek