This is a song about "Guns weed drugs green 420 bitches"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

He appreciates your support

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

420 scorching, got us blazing mary

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference