This is a song about "Miller lite"

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Me & mom alone every dinner

Wanna make a track with mac miller

I'm spitting harder than miller

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker