This is a song about "Random"

Shit up like saying random verbs,been ill since birth,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Floating through the sky with the random black guy high as fuck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

See mixin with random lyyrics is the way to go

And random, we blasted like damn cannons

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Screw o'reilly, talking random, don't he know when to shut up?

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

You're dealt a random hand in life, you don't control the cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

But i just wanna make love to your mind

It feels random all is undefined

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises