This is a song about "Pussy money weed 420"

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

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

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

420 your too funny, good? more like crummy,

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

But i'm not in the first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays