This is a song about "420 sorrow"

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

420, respect you but here to stomp you

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

Smokin just to swallow any sorrow that they wallow in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win