This is a song about "Mild"

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

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

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

I live my life in tha fast lane

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Specially equities, reckon we smile

That's a huge lie, not just mild,

Good help is hard to find

That ain't really my style

Mild-mannered smile, that hides his guile/