This is a song about "Distance"

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Fuck it lets fix this find a gunsmith near distance and get this bitch

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Of objects in the distance going round and round

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits