This is a song about "Far far away"

But now your livin far away

She do everything i say

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

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

Baby, you know who you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Originated somewhere really far

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Far away to darkness

Got that deep love