This is a song about "Money rich haze"

Well, you better be rich

Modify your quota bitch

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

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Nowadays, i claim to toke my daily dose of pounds of haze

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

I live in england where them bitches rich,

The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch

I'm putting simplest ways and i'm smoking on that haze

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

After i spark up the haze,

Looking for them better days