This is a song about "Run a mile"

Give you a second to run

I'm a son of a gun

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

She probably had a reason though

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.

We are on a great run

So now she picks up the gun

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

We can talk things over a little a while

Miami nights, ain't another one

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

And you cant do shit cause im always ahead by a mile