This is a song about "Bitches weed pussy sam haze fanny rizzla macten"

Lately my life's been a haze

I get that work from my face

Still the man with the pan

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

After i spark up the haze,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Used to call me the african don dada

I am olubowale, the answer to this

So complacent, facin the haze like he's brainless,