This is a song about "Mild"

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Bother me to flow the prodigy child not too hot or too mild running miles

We can talk things over a little a while

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

Ay yo you wonder who i are

That's a huge lie, not just mild,

Good help is hard to find

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

But try'n 2b more mild mannered than bruce wayne

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Bitterness,it spread in me like wildfire.seeing it bland hot in mild dire.

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Mild-mannered smile, that hides his guile/