This is a song about "Kappa fat pricks tits no score 420 blaze it london in best usa state i like pie"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

And i wish i had #420 bucks in my back pocket

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I like my pussies tighter than a fat bitch in a girdle

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

I'll tear 'em up like 420 did in "faggot you're finished",

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Keepin it 420 while staying trippy with our minds caught up in these good vibes,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights