This is a song about "Madison miller"

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

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

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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?

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Wanna make a track with mac miller