This is a song about "Mill"

I used to be the most humble until

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

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

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

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

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

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics