This is a song about "Mill"

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth