This is a song about "Blaster dark"

I talk to myself in the dark

See, and now life seem hard

Partakin' in the park, greenery after dark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

I'm done now, see you before dark

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

There is no sun, and it's so dark

February cold as my heart

Time to think about dark side

And i like my marijuana bright

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Blasting out some backyard

(zing)light it up in the dark