This is a song about "420"

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

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

It's something that shows you and 420 my greatness

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

About the only decent ppl here are lexie, 420(when he puts his life on the lines)

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

Randy, 420, lexie, mv and the rest that compete

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Watching for the cops that's moving through

420, respect you but here to stomp you

Randy, 420 i stand over y'all like y'all are some punk twin midgets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks