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

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

But you never come when you period is five days

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

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