This is a song about "Meek mill fucked kris girlfriend"

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the old duck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

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