This is a song about "Sticky icky ganja weed take a hit hold it in purple haze kush sour d"

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

It deserves a whack and a d

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze