This is a song about "Random things"

Random black is up on the scene

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

You're dealt a random hand in life, you don't control the cards

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Firing random lines my words start to cause a lyrical fission

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

See mixin with random lyyrics is the way to go

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

It feels random all is undefined

You can search but you'll never find