This is a song about "A haze"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Smoking on that purple haze listening to jimi hendrix

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Smokin on my haze, my future is big but yours in a maze.

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

In his body and face

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Nowadays, i claim to toke my daily dose of pounds of haze

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways