Meek Mill is currently spending his summer opening up for his more popular and commercially successful girlfriend, Nicki Minaj, on her Pinkprint tour. During that tour, the Philadelphia rapper has decided to use it as a testing ground for new Drake disses, fine-tuning his limp rhymes nightly as a sort of focus group with the crowd, knowing full well that some fan will videotape the exercise and upload it to YouTube, at which point it will be picked up by blogs like this one and written about with splashy headlines like “Meek Mill Fires Back at Drake, Fails!” or “Meek Mill? More Like Weak Mill Based on the Rapper’s New Diss Comeback.”
Well congratulations Meek, we’re writing about your latest fumbled attempt to emerge from your highly publicized slapping match with Drake with your head held anywhere above “between your legs.” Last night, while opening up for his more popular and commercially successful girlfriend — just several nights after making poorly timed jokes about the deaths of two individuals at Drake’s OVO Fest after party — he said words that, when strung together and understood by the English-speaking brain, technically make sentences. For instance: “Did five months, came home, that’s perfect timing/ To make a sucka nigga look sucka without trying/ If Quentin Miller wrote that shit, what were we buying?”
Here’s the thing, Meek: Quentin Miller, Drake’s alleged ghostwriter, has already publicly denied being so, and even if it turns out he is, the one who’ll end up looking the worst here is you. You didn’t do “five months” and immediately hop out of jail, guns blazing at Drake. No, Meek hired Drake to do a verse on his album; he paid Drake money to rhyme over some beats because, strategically, Drake remains one of the most popular rappers in the world and getting him on your project is a financially smart choice. A choice. Meek Mill chose to put Drake on his album, so this new freestyle that argues he knew months ago about the Toronto rapper’s alleged ghostwriting is absurd and establishes a sullied timeline.
It’s time for this to end. Meek’s obviously wandering around firing up flares into the sky wherever he sees fit after Drake’s career-defining ethering at OVO Fest earlier this week, but everyone with any understanding of rap understands that Meek’s lost. It’s done, it’s been done, and anything that happens now is just sad, uninspired paddling.