This is a song about "Distance"

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Of objects in the distance going round and round

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

And me now ! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.. yeah, yeah.. every distance we apart,

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

I saw you from a distance

Been spending most our lives

I feel like i heard a faint siren in the distance...

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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