This is a song about "Carrot age"

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

I'll be bugs with no carrot a dog without a bone.

Lift off from minimum wage, before i get caged until old age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Just give me a carrot gun

Two reflections into one

At the age of fuckin three

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

While half my mental belongs in a cage

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

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