This is a song about "Long distance rel"

Of objects in the distance going round and round

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Cus beef from a distance

Without the sound of guns

Look, by the end of this song

(and go berserk) all night long

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Go the distance without any assistance

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

This is my day year long

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I'll shorten the distance, with no assistance nor business

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love