This is a song about "Mill"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill