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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Put expressions in their music and create the face

So i take a walk to go and pick up some haze,

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit