This is a song about "I hate police and love lemon haze"

So i'm writing you this letter

And i hate the chilly weather

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Yeah come holla at your uncle

This love and hate are my arsenal,

And i could see you coming home after work late

But theres one thin line between love and hate

Last bit of haze to blaze,everyday was like another police chase,running through the block

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

My records sell, yes sir

I hate you and your mother,