This is a song about "Miller lite"

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

I may have lost my mind, my head feels kind of lite.

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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?

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night