This is a song about "Random kid"

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

(this was just a random rap not much effort put to it)

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises

And random, we blasted like damn cannons

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

There's always that one kid

To mcs that don't rhyme good