This is a song about "So close but so far away"

So i give your ass props if you made through this far,

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

So play away but stay awake, my crews change the game,

All up under the covers day

So much talent got taken away

Rub my back, then let me lay

It only looks so far away

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

So far above a storm begins.

I make forty-some dollars a day

But now your livin far away

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

The bitches is everything in between

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

She likes the way it hits her lips