This is a song about "Money miles"

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

But i do take miles, and fuck them yards

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

So lift mine up to the sky, im up wit dem miles

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

This is love, nothing else close

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

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