This is a song about "Aaron dean miller"

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm spitting harder than miller

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

See, i like the person that you are