This is a song about "Keep your distance"

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Ignore the pit, keep your mind above it

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

And don't perform after him or you might regret

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Everyday a star is born

Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives