This is a song about "Random niggas"

Firing random lines my words start to cause a lyrical fission

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

See mixin with random lyyrics is the way to go

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

But more importantly taught me to pray

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

They call me random black never squeezed a mac