This is a song about "Krispy blaze"

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Blaze past you in my bugatti

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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