This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

It ain't where i been

The bigger the the fun