This is a song about "Blazin it"

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Ya love it gone admit it

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

Then, in the blazin sun,

So now she picks up the gun

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

The circus is a jungle, why would i stop blazin o's?

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit