This is a song about "Age range"

She likes the way it hits her lips

A shooting range with bullet limits

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I wish i had friends outside of my age range, does that sound strange,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Then hit me up and we can cruise in my range rover

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

People followed but still looked down on age,

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix