This is a song about "Outrage sparked"

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Of bars apart of doom that had sparked when i thought of you,

Ill be wit the people who sparked me, when the wind was blowin hardest

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest