This is a song about "Distance"

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Enter the system...don't venture a distance, cause spreading terror's their vision

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Persistence is the shit since quitting isn't the sickest way to close the distance