This is a song about "Some random crap"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

You, you, you have to pay for that

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises

//just some random freestyle shit that i might record to better my delivery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

She likes the way it hits her lips

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

Random black is up on the scene

Show ‘em how much they really mean