This is a song about "Dain miller"

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

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Wanna make a track with mac miller

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

Cause honestly i feel the radio is staright filler

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

And you know i paint that picture

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I'm spitting harder than miller

I said i'm hurting her