This is a song about "Longing from afar"

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

You stole from me from under my nose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

I live my life in tha fast lane

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Remember december youl be burning from ember tossed from my lyrical fire,

This that throw back from afar, whatcha jackin - it's ours

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers