This is a song about "Chris miles"

She don’t give her nigga head

Fucking up threads cause i'm miles ahead

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I’m a factor and your facial

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I'm fucked up and this fucking feeling like 8 miles,

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Mixed with egyptian nile,i run for they miles,

If i die before i wake

500 miles push on the disc brake

Hope all over again, we can start

Just remember: miles can't keep us apart

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles