This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes