This is a song about "Distance"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

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

Go the distance without any assistance

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Behind curtains watchin the world hurtin from a distance

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

But i remain the good kid

Blasting into the distance, rocket.