This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track