This is a song about "Summer haze"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

At bunker hill hot summer,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Thinking of bliss and the good days

After i spark up the haze,

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

They say that i never cease to amaze

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Never lookin for a handout

It's always summer whenever we're together,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for