This is a song about "Meel mill"

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions