This is a song about "Range rovers"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Range your raps are strange im gonna unleash cuz before i was caged.

You can see the range in which my bars are unbeatable

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.