This is a song about "Range"

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

A shooting range with bullet limits

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

All these rappers with range rovers, i drive a hummer/

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

You see i promised that i'd never change

My gun always in range

I'm autumn leaves change