This is a song about "Luke miller"

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

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

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

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

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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