This is a song about "Meek mill and drake"

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

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

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

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Still better than any shit from drake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

See your meek, weak and your future is bleak cuz im lebron james and i am bringing the heat.

The underdog of the underground has come far

A$ap rocky, drake, big k.r.i.t., and we got kendrick lamar,

Yg ain't an mc, drake started from the bottom, and now he's here.

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

You obviously lack originality like aubrey drake/

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate