This is a song about "Meek mill"

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill