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

And my head i got to keep it

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her