This is a song about "Hazy"

I'mnot crazy but i'll admit my judgement can be hazy. sipping on that solo for so

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Cause my minds gettin a bit hazy

And niggas flashing crazy

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

We were drunk and high at the same time, so it's kinda hazy,

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

It'll leave the cops hazy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And a kiss from you on the lips my boo would get my vision hazy