This is a song about "420 sorrow"

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

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Daking 420 even prime would cut the shit your spitting

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

But five years from now i bet she see

420 scorching, got us blazing mary

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though