This is a song about "420"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

"hit 'em up" like 2pac, 420 in "faggot you're finished",

420 your too funny, good? more like crummy,

Third ward general, young cash money

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

The real muscle in the message of that

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