This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

She acting all extra

I bring the heat like the

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic