This is a song about "Gauge"

When i pull up in that candy range

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Don't try to gauge, you'll see, this defiant nasally heinous g

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I know my lyrics twist, no need to check the sanity gauge!

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Menace when i step in the game, i came with a twelve gauge

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

But now it's gone, the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge