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

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.

We in the big thingseat a dick man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

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

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

After i spark up the haze,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace