This is a song about "Mekk mill"

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

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill