This is a song about "Gauge earrings"

When i pull up in that candy range

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

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

Here to change the whole game do the audible

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

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

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

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

I pull out my 12. gauge i'm the prime bearer

I got something you've been waiting for

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

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money