This is a song about "Carrot age"

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

Don't question his age, he's a veteran thespian/

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Enjoy your carrot as you stuck it up your ass, fuckin faggot

That's because i'm eighteen shit say i'm on my adult age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage