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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

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

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

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

Back with a vengeance

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row