This is a song about "Random eminem type shit"

This type of godly shit i'm spittin', it's hidden,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And isaiah say one day your time will come

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

It feels random all is undefined