This is a song about "Far reaching"

Originated somewhere really far

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

I don’t care where ya are

But this shit is still too far

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

So they taught me to spray

Or maybe far away

Your far from figuring me out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets