This is a song about "Money rich haze"

Lately my life's been a haze

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

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

After i spark up the haze,

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

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

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