This is a song about "Ran miles"

And i got 'em running miles,

Paper planes, long flights

You see my lifestyle’s been nothing but lifestyles

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Might blow your mind, from miles away

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

They alll ran out of money.

Cause after all the lights and screams

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

This is how she want to live

And i got 'em running miles,

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes