This is a song about "Off into the distance"

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Of objects in the distance going round and round

I flee the scene, i stay at least a distance. my rhymes are brilliant, you're lines,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Without the sound of guns

I saw you from a distance

Persistence is the shit since quitting isn't the sickest way to close the distance

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference