This is a song about "Stampede"

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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

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

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

They giving pounds and that before get the money