This is a song about "Bk randy"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

Randy, deezy, plus me.

That's why i'm makin' money

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,

Fuck this vigilante who thinks he's truly dissin' randy?

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I swear i didn't kill them randy is my witness!

Together all the timethought it was true love

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And randy, and all of rappad, oh gee gnarly.

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

But to these other niggas, randy and great, as close i got,