This is a song about "Meek mill"

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

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

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill