This is a song about "Haz n tay"

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Vijay singh and all of them

Sure he died in 96 n

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Tried perfecting my letters n

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

I swear i'm coming back one day

Jb, tay swift and even beyonce

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

My ass got sulky n' grumpy

Let me rideuntil i get free