This is a song about "Aaron dean miller"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

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'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Caged, and the wonder is seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

And there's little to be glad for

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Like i'm mac miller, killing these rappers before i kill myself.

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Wanna make a track with mac miller

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter