This is a song about "Meek mill dids"

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

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

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

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill