This is a song about "Meek mill"

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

To make karma come faster than she normally will