This is a song about "Miles im"

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

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

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

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

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Bother me to flow the prodigy child not too hot or too mild running miles

And i got 'em running miles,

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal