This is a song about "Random raps"

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Been jacking up random answers; fact

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

And even worse my raps

For setting up traps

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Cause this random kids an atheist

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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