This is a song about "Mild"

That's a huge lie, not just mild,

You can search but you'll never find

But try'n 2b more mild mannered than bruce wayne

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Got me quite open for a while

Bother me to flow the prodigy child not too hot or too mild running miles

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Bitterness,it spread in me like wildfire.seeing it bland hot in mild dire.

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Mild-mannered smile, that hides his guile/

I pull up in that black and red challenger

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver