This is a song about "9 mile"

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

Ha, in your loophole though

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

With a 9 in the belt

Niggas in the street scared

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Like in 8 mile/defy the odds/

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

I heard the sirens blaze from i mile away.

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Here we go,i perform miracles like the green mile