This is a song about "40 miles"

A man around 40, he answers the door,

You see i gotta go to war

40 on my face, getting cash

I can barely wipe my ass

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

That shit was way ahead of time, had emcees runnin' miles,

And i got 'em running miles,

If i could have 25 wives

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Just remember: miles can't keep us apart