This is a song about "She distance herself"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Next town, need a ride for the distance.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Till one day she picked up herself and said

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

14 years old and she's locked in herself in her room

Go the distance without any assistance

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

She can.... hear herself beaming as she smiles from ear to ear

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I feel like i heard a faint siren in the distance...