This is a song about "Packing the mill"

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug