This is a song about "Miller lite"

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Wanna make a track with mac miller

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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?

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex