This is a song about "Meek mill"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.