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

Or you can do better on some hate shit

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Dance like it's hammer time in the lime light, ya gonna score

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

He took me in like it wasn't no thang, like i had been there from the

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

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

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

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

Take advice keep it clean don't complain