This is a song about "Distance"

I flee the scene, i stay at least a distance. my rhymes are brilliant, you're lines,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Fuck it lets fix this find a gunsmith near distance and get this bitch

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve