This is a song about "Distance"

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

I flee the scene, i stay at least a distance. my rhymes are brilliant, you're lines,

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

Cus beef from a distance

My team getting digits

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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