This is a song about "Miles away"

See my hands start to shake

500 miles push on the disc brake

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

My heart races a million miles

If i could have 25 wives

And i got 'em running miles,

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away