This is a song about "Random stuff"

I just light up and focus

No more showering you with stuff,

I'm breathing for a purpose

Damn man that's some good stuff

I feel my work ain't enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Cause this random kids an atheist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

I got glasses to see stuff,

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Been jacking up random answers; fact

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

It feels random all is undefined

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind