This is a song about "Meek mill diss"

As often, i do this

You cant even write a good diss?

Don't realize this is a diss

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Like a male version of lauryn hill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss