This is a song about "Mild"

Cause i’m back on my grind

That's a huge lie, not just mild,

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Mild-mannered smile, that hides his guile/

I never smiled as a juvenile

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

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

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Got me quite open for a while

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

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