This is a song about "Outrage sparked"

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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