This is a song about "Distance"

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Thought this was forever love

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Lil prps like 3 digits

I saw you from a distance

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Blasting into the distance, rocket.