This is a song about "Bliss mess weed blaze high"

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

I got a blaze, no faint fire

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Teaching ignorant bliss

I just light up and focus

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

And any connotation is viewed many ways