This is a song about "Tyler blaze"

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Blaze past you in my bugatti

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Living in a gangsta’s paradise