This is a song about "Stampede"

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

Bitches it's randy, bringing a stampede over the tracks that im rapping!

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Im wild, a beast with these words ima cause a stampede

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And placed the fiends inside of the ghettoes, it's a stampede

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Third ward general, young cash money

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,