This is a song about "Miller lite"

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing 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?

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

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

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money