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

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Swear i will murk any beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

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

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