This is a song about "Lost in a green haze"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Release the pressure in his heart, he lost a brother,

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Lately my life's been a haze

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

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

Smokin on my haze, my future is big but yours in a maze.

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Haven't slep for days, kill a fucking bitch in an irrational haze

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always