This is a song about "Random things"

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

And the v12, that's on various trips

And random, we blasted like damn cannons

It feels random all is undefined

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

See mixin with random lyyrics is the way to go

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

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

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

Screw o'reilly, talking random, don't he know when to shut up?

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck