This is a song about "Far reaching"

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Originated somewhere really far

That gyal want mi ride har

But this shit is still too far

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

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

To a land far far away

Reading shit my critics say

Your far from figuring me out

Get yours; you know what this about

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

We about to set this bitch on fire

I'm reaching out, but i can't reach her

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

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