This is a song about "Random guy"

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

The youngest of my mother kids

I shine like something in the sky

Even passing out that eminem guy

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Turned into the good guy

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Im just that type of guy