This is a song about "Meek mill diss"

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

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

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

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

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.