This is a song about "Mill"

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

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

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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