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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Randy, 420, lexie, mv and the rest that compete

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

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

Mustache and a big nose,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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