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

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

I'll be in the backseat, push the pedal let's get to stepping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Flyer then the rest of them

Snoop dogg signed my shit with her pen

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

My skills are elevating, chill but devastating, burning with the fire that hell is blazing

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Young heart,with an old mind

Cause i’m back on my grind