This is a song about "Off into the distance"

Of objects in the distance going round and round

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I’m driving off into the sunset, hope you can hear me out loud “yolo”

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Carried off the playground into the street.

Behind curtains watchin the world hurtin from a distance

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)