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

And i got them gold bottles, first place

After i spark up the haze,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

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

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Even uncle sam agrees.

Credit card late fees

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place