This is a song about "Blazing people"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The fragrance is amazing everyday i'm steady blazing

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Its bigera the poet of the moment blazing all guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

A life of peace and blazing fires

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

So let's have a toast, everything fine