This is a song about "Meek mill and drake"

Still better than any shit from drake

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Like wayne and drake lyrics had a cross fader

I live my life in tha fast lane

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

Yeah, try keeping up with that, drake/

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill