This is a song about "Aaron dean miller"

We just looking in the mirror

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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?

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I'll drink a miller, get iller, then crack jokes like phyllis diller

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen