This is a song about "Range rovers"

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Lambo, royce and rovers

Let's enjoy our younger years

Let my possibilities range

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Magic city a lil bit of change

Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

A shooting range with bullet limits