This is a song about "Haze n blaze"

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

I am saze burn others like blaze now gonna make you faze

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Nowadays, i claim to toke my daily dose of pounds of haze

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

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