This is a song about "April 29 1992 and sublime"

It's superb, it's simply sublime/

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

This april: capable of grabbing ladles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

These niggas look at me like im not sublime

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Save some, save none at the same time

Through time, and seems to be feeling sublime,

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes