This is a song about "Distance"

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

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

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

I never fit in with them light skins

Go the distance without any assistance

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Ships that sail to distant places