This is a song about "Keep your distance"

I saw you from a distance

I can taste the salt from my tears

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

Thinking your going to keep your health,

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Niggas in the street scared

And keep for your self your comment