This is a song about "Off white haze"

But im hiding in tha haze time is all i know

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Life is just a haze as the days and the nights go

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

So complacent, facin the haze like he's brainless,

Who know this be the life that i really live

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Smoking on that purple haze listening to jimi hendrix

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

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

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Baby, you got that super bass

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Rich white and black white-washed men/