This is a song about "Range rovers"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

You beat me? you can try but im already out of range

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

When you can't make a hit even on a golf range

My gun always in range

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Leave em amazed with what the range is

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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