This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

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

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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Too serious to show exuberance, rumor is

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

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