This is a song about "420 weed"

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

It's something that shows you and 420 my greatness

I can teach you all the sounds of love