This is a song about "Run a mile"

Give you a second to run

This thing that you could imagine

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Make them more insecure when they caught one

This is a big deal don't you ever run

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Into the green mile, coffin

We can talk things over a little a while

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

Run and hide and look for a cop

I get my cake; i love hip hop