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

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Last bit of haze to blaze,everyday was like another police chase,running through the block

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

After i spark up the haze,

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Make it sound too dope i ain't selling it

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Its like selling the devil your soul