This is a song about "The carrot age"

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

When i pull up in that candy range

Put my hand through the wall such a young age

I've been scribbling rhyming syllables since the age of ten

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Just give me a carrot gun

And i know that you're open

They sayin' "fuck the mainstream" this era is a golden age,

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

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I started spitting at the age of thirteen unsigned

But now i’m at the age where i can understand the price

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Hey, must be the money

At the age of fuckin three