This is a song about "Mill"

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

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

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

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