This is a song about "Meek mill"

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill