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

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Used to call me the african don dada

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

Flow's lazy, maybe 'cause i'm blowing potent haze

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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