This is a song about "Distance"

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'll shorten the distance, with no assistance nor business

Of objects in the distance going round and round

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

And you all will respect that

So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff