This is a song about "Meek mill sucks"

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Shout out my nigga miles

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

As she goes through the levels

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill