This is a song about "420 blazing it with snoop dogg in the backseat of an old mercury minivan"

I’m a plunger in the brew of this music shit_through with it

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Its bigera the poet of the moment blazing all guns

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

420 scorching, got us blazing mary

Must be something you want me to see

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

But she forgot about the golden rule

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Cause i’m back on my grind

Young heart,with an old mind

The almighty tupac and snoop dogg operate,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great