This is a song about "1 mile"

(8 mile road) and i'm gone, i know right where i'm goin

I give you options baby flip a coin

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

I can smell it from a mile talking bout your fear

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Here we go,i perform miracles like the green mile

I never smiled as a juvenile

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

That ain't really my style

Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.

For tryin' to communicate through a song

I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long

The next day you is everybody target

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,