This is a song about "Mills thrills"

And i got guys with eyes so dead they look to me for their thrills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

So here i am at the store for some chips

My reservation is to make some mills

You make me lose thrills, cuz you have no skills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Theses ill thrills i spill will help lead me to the famous route

Now fuck what people think im doin it for the thrills

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Problem solving, extracurricular thrills, you'll slowly dissolve like my flow needs to chill.

You think that these are truly all of life's thrills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills