This is a song about "Miles merriweather"

We've crossed our paths now we're miles apart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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

Miles away but you got no smiles

Paper planes, long flights

500 miles push on the disc brake

Of course they all hate

Twenty miles from ghettoes, but they keep on saying it,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that