This is a song about "Thousand miles"

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Walkin' for miles, detaching all i loathe

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

500 miles push on the disc brake

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles