This is a song about "A haze"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Baby, you got that super bass

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

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I'm putting simplest ways and i'm smoking on that haze

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Lately my life's been a haze

Lookin' at me, now they know my face