This is a song about "Meel mill"

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will