This is a song about "Dividing range"

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

My gun always in range

Let my possibilities range

You redundant, you never ever change

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

A shooting range with bullet limits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks