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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

The almighty tupac and snoop dogg operate,

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Stood out like pootie tang

I drive in my minivan

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Its bigera the poet of the moment blazing all guns

And listened to doggystyle when snoop dogg was puffin' lye,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why