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

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

So i come cold with force of blazing asteroid

Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

Keepin it 420 while staying trippy with our minds caught up in these good vibes,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

I don't care what it did to them

Snoop dogg signed my shit with her pen

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

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