This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill