This is a song about "Random stuff"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

I feel my work ain't enough

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I wish i could have 25 wives

Where i tend to let out random rhymes...

And random, we blasted like damn cannons

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Random black is up on the scene

I just light up and focus

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

I got glasses to see stuff,

Hoping that nobody don't notice