This is a song about "Randy cunningham"

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

And all the shit you went through

Fuck you swine and your bitch randy too

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,

Yo i've been doin' this shit, i rhyme with my nigga randy,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Go on tell em randy, tell em i would never do,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

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

I'm sure that lucifer, randy, and great won't get sick of me,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see