This is a song about "Hay"

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Hay yo kid, you think you're capable of challenging randy?

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

See. they say i'm a wannabe forget that i'm a gonna be. say hay

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

We are all just needles in the hay.

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Before i hit the hay.

Stay smoking on the hay

Until i started to lose my way

But hay-girl, will you be my playgirl? lemme give ya a facial,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will