This is a song about "Why i love randy"

I cried all night, "why! why! why!"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Yo i've been doin' this shit, i rhyme with my nigga randy,

Why you don't feel a little love for me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Randy, 420 i stand over y'all like y'all are some punk twin midgets

You spit flames but i got that lava flow, i got props from randy, hoe

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though