This is a song about "Madison miller"

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

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

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

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

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

And that i spent the night with her

She say i make her shiver

I'm spitting harder than miller

Wanna make a track with mac miller

I wanted a brother my mother i told her