This is a song about "Weed smoke 420"

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

Gotta go, let her leave

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

What do i really need

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,