This is a song about "So far away"

So much talent got taken away

Got problems, what? i can't say

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

But i - somehow, some way

To a land far far away

Far away to darkness

Let's have a toast for this new love

But now your livin far away

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Blade in my hand time flowed like sand and i was far away from wealth,