This is a song about "Weed 420"

The next day you is everybody target

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

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

"hit 'em up" like 2pac, 420 in "faggot you're finished",

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

It's something that shows you and 420 my greatness

I look up to randy, great, 420, lucifer, justin too

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue