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

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

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And then you diss randy how could you pissed irish bitch

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Teenagers askin for a cigarette

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And that´s how it has begun

Think fast, fast women