This is a song about "Mill"

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still