This is a song about "Faze rank"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I am saze burn others like blaze now gonna make you faze

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Now the rank of being just simple average everyday guy,

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Nothing you will say will faze me

This may be amazing as tasers don't faze me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I'm not white i fake it.. accept it, you can't faze me, you're a problem i face daily

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

Long believing that nothing could faze me daze me.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see