This is a song about "Random stuff"

You can search but you'll never find

It feels random all is undefined

Cause my thing something vicious

He's the one doing his stuff

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

You in to that animal stuff

The youngest of my mother kids

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

Niggas talk with limited service

He's the one doing his stuff

I got glasses to see stuff,

On the slow jam of love

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

It feels random all is undefined

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love