This is a song about "Distance"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Cause now i can actually go the distance unlike you douche,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Enter the system...don't venture a distance, cause spreading terror's their vision

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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Of objects in the distance going round and round

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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