This is a song about "Randy bobandy"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

With young randy to pat my back

Top dropped down, black on black

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

I'm with randy, great, 420, don, emmz, yeah i'm top ten,

Not a diss randy you're the tits i'll admit

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And randy, and all of rappad, oh gee gnarly.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Fuck this vigilante who thinks he's truly dissin' randy?