This is a song about "Mill"

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

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

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire