This is a song about "Distance"

Go the distance without any assistance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Without the sound of guns

Cus beef from a distance

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff