This is a song about "Mill"

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

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

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

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck