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

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Tryin hard to hide my face

And losin all his money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase