This is a song about "Dyin in a blaze"

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Let me blaze the ''king'' like a blunt, get smoked off your throne,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Brave and confident i blaze a trail through seven continents

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies

Blaze drinking henny by the liter

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

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

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch