This is a song about "Miles mum"

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Just remember: miles can't keep us apart

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Fucking up threads cause i'm miles ahead

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Dealin' with it 1.3 miles wide and goin 17 miles long?

Oh, you look like my next victim

So i can finally say to mum

I used to have a nine to five

And i got 'em running miles,

G-5 sitting on the runway

Might blow your mind, from miles away

Miles away but you got no smiles

Just to make it in this broadway lights