This is a song about "Mekk mill"

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Like a male version of lauryn hill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

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

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill