This is a song about "Random spell"

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But then the walls begin to change and start bindin a spell.

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

But please use spell-check when you respond to this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Making human so perverse as if it's a spell or a curse

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

It feels random all is undefined

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Cause i break it out a lot