This is a song about "Some random crap"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Floating through the sky with the random black guy high as fuck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

Cause we done did that

Cause i aint talking crap

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Cause this random kids an atheist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist