This is a song about "Random subscriber"

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

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

(this was just a random rap not much effort put to it)

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get