This is a song about "Randy moss"

Bitches it's randy, bringing a stampede over the tracks that im rapping!

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Benny's gay for randy, wait, no he just show's respect

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

But to these other niggas, randy and great, as close i got,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

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

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,

With young randy to pat my back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny