This is a song about "Bailey miller"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

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

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

Bailey i love you and cant stand to see you wrecked,

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

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

I'm spitting harder than miller

My records sell, yes sir

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

White boi killing it on my mac miller,