This is a song about "Randy cunningham"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

A million nasty things went through my mind

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Randy and don, i'll come all up in a sudden

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Randy rhino and laylow, aquí presents,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck