This is a song about "Distance formula"

If theres a formula to stop me i'd like to see it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I saw you from a distance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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