This is a song about "Meek mill dids"

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will