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

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

I can always go home and look down my street

420 scorching, got us blazing mary

And all women who had light features, see

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains