This is a song about "Meek mill"

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

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

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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