This is a song about "Weed 420"

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

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Great and 420, i spit bullets faster than an armed gunmen

Sometimes i think, what i need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Keepin it 420 while staying trippy with our minds caught up in these good vibes,

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit