This is a song about "Off white haze"

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

They say that i never cease to amaze

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

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

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase