This is a song about "Criston miller"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her