This is a song about "Dave miles"

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Sexxy dave coming out the cave, transforming this rap game

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I run 8 squared miles, exponent mekhi phifer

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

And i got 'em running miles,

Of course they all hate

500 miles push on the disc brake

What else do we got dave?

Slow and steady wins this race

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Mixed with egyptian nile,i run for they miles,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes