This is a song about "Mile s ripped his pants"

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Attached like pants keepin casual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Your pants get hit with cancer

Going broke, no sir

Run for cover and return fire

Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I'm on the stage, you in the stands