This is a song about "Miles is a bitch"

I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You walk a few miles down my block then you'll see a crack addict

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

As i light one for ill will

My new bitch is now a model

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

There's a wussy bitch i know guess what his name is

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this