This is a song about "Hay bales"

When i say "hay" i expect you to wave,

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

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Either way, at the end of the day, i drown you in hay,

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

Plain ignored, gave your cost as a raise to all, hay was made, face and jaw

But i dont never play

Before i hit the hay.

Stay smoking on the hay

Hit you from a block away