This is a song about "Meek mill diss"

You cant even write a good diss?

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Because this record is only to diss

And i don't rely on no bitches

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

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