This is a song about "Why i love randy"

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

But to these other niggas, randy and great, as close i got,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture

Go on tell em randy, tell em i would never do,

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Why you don't feel a little love for me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

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

All you niggas die

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I keep it realer than randy with his rhinoceros horns,