This is a song about "Random mumber"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights