This is a song about "Distance love"

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Keep ya distance with those sentences

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

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

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