This is a song about "Dyin in a blaze"

The clear imagery truth is that these rappers suck, hip-hop is dyin',

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

They dyin to meet me...r.i.p ill be at ya graaaaave bitch,

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

We just sit around a lazy ass and blaze the grass, hit the trees,

Flyer then the rest of them

So many people are dyin'

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Or blaze a track up loud myself have to become a mc

There's a million names for your kind of chronic