This is a song about "Mill"

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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