This is a song about "Haze papes bitch hoe"

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

My rhyme flows, i got a hoe i just need is a real bitch like manti teo

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

And what about the rappers

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

After i spark up the haze,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Now this is to the hoe…

Your last man was semi pro

Never cuff a bitch or hoe cuz you'll end up by yourself

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

If they be man or hoe.

Ran outside to see the big show