This is a song about "Off white haze"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I don't care what it did to them

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

My rhyming's contained in the slightest haze, you couldn't write this way