This is a song about "Random guy"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Where i tend to let out random rhymes...

Random black is up on the scene

Come see real niggas on my team

Cause this random kids an atheist

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Im just that type of guy

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Hopin hes the right guy

When pac get high

Thuggin' till the day i die

Plant a seed, kiss this guy