This is a song about "Mr randy"

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

You got that indie glow

Shouts to mr rizzo

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

We stay faded, need no occasion

With young randy to pat my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever