This is a song about "Miller lite"

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

The only time i flirt with her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her