This is a song about "Distance"

Behind curtains watchin the world hurtin from a distance

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Cause now i can actually go the distance unlike you douche,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Another love song about shit