This is a song about "Spider man miles morales"

All dem niggas gonna hate

500 miles push on the disc brake

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

We've crossed our paths now we're miles apart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But there's no spider bite, and no dumped waste

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Mixed with egyptian nile,i run for they miles,

Just remember: miles can't keep us apart

I know my calling's worth like phone card