This is a song about "Randy s mustache and cigarette"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Fate's path, randy spit it, sever and burst,

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Fuck you swine and your bitch randy too

And i've been thinking bout you

And these shape-shifting hoes

Mustache and a big nose,

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

X's and o's, you must be the rose