This is a song about "Carrot age"

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

With foreign names, valet the range

But im only 18 years of age

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

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

When i pull up in that candy range

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

You see i promised that i'd never change

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

At the age of fuckin three

Lets come up to my city