This is a song about "Nicki minaj and meek mill"

Bitch, they call it motor city

Young money like drake and nicki

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

In the morning in the night people in this site are losing every single fight against me

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The white nicki minaj, yet better and i just came

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne