This is a song about "Firing range"

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

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

Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Cos i'm a loose canon firing at everyone, even my own patrons

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

A shooting range with bullet limits

I said i'm hurting her

Stole a brand new range rover