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

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I saw you from a distance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Next town, need a ride for the distance.