This is a song about "Mill"

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

I refuse to be another being on this earth