This is a song about "Far away love"

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Wipe it away, love the sinner, don't hate, erase the sin,

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Blade in my hand time flowed like sand and i was far away from wealth,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

G-5 sitting on the runway

Or maybe far away

Originated somewhere really far

You know...you know who you are

Lived far away he didn't have to worry

Let me rideuntil i get free

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Wack mcs get carted away to some far place with vultures