This is a song about "Blazin waisians"

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You claim your name is blazin, you'll be cold after i murder you.

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

Of this time, savin' this era from rap crime, blazin' like a fire unbeatable,

To do this was my decision cuz i have this vision that one day my raps will

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

Then, in the blazin sun,

I'm a son of gun