This is a song about "Randy moss"

Yeah, the sex in the sack

With young randy to pat my back

And all of us, even randy, know you wanna ride justy's dick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see