This is a song about "Greg miller"

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

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

I'm spitting harder than miller

Took the van, went snatch her

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Or something that you paid for

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

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?

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

Wanna make a track with mac miller

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

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.