This is a song about "Distance"

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

Here's a plot twist, never really left, watched this all from a distance/

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

They bringing me fish and chips

I saw you from a distance

Now you got me hopped up on that

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Of rage as it paved the way in the distance, caving in pavement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate