This is a song about "420 nlazeithitlerdidnothingwrong"

I look up to randy, great, 420, lucifer, justin too

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

You'll skim my raps and just go past, but y'all give 420, great, and randy props,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I'll tear 'em up like 420 did in "faggot you're finished",

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

I'm with randy, great, 420, don, emmz, yeah i'm top ten,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

And i wish i had #420 bucks in my back pocket

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip