This is a song about "Being far"

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Won't accept defeat, i've come too far

Get yours; you know what this about

Your far from figuring me out

They had a hell of a run

Im not even far from done

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

To a land far far away

What you want me to say

If you did run, it was not like you to run far

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

But now your livin far away

Oh i gotta face the day

I got so many lids, i count way too far

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar