This is a song about "Distance"

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

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

And me now ! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.. yeah, yeah.. every distance we apart,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Been spending most our lives

I saw you from a distance

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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