This is a song about "Blazin it"

Blunt blazin hotter than a comet

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Check it in, do it anyhow

Wanna feel her power right now

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,