This is a song about "It s blaze selling the haze"

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Its like selling the devil your soul

Let's put it on cruise control

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

Let's face it, i can’t replace

After i spark up the haze,