This is a song about "Far"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

So far above a storm begins.

Wit my kin that i came in wit

On a far away planet

But this shit is still too far

Young money, d-town's all star

And i made it with that dope flow

Baby as far as we know

I got so many lids, i count way too far

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Even though for work she doesnt go very far

Far away to darkness

All we need is convienient love