This is a song about "Meel mill"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn 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 wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill