This is a song about "Miller lite"

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

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

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I heard that statistic i almost cried

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Wanna make a track with mac miller

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Myself as a prominent figure

I'm spitting harder than miller

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side