This is a song about "Keep it blazin 420 got my gat"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

We're young and we don't give a fuck

I'm god u knot just got it keep up

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat