This is a song about "One mill"

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

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

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

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Insubordinate for good reason

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

You better keep counting them one by one

Just to match the grind with precision

I'll take them all out one by one,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.