This is a song about "The mill hoterl"

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows