This is a song about "Condoms and grass"

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

We just sit around a lazy ass and blaze the grass, hit the trees,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Ahh found a few condoms in your laundry and you told me you kept it for a friend

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Send you back to earth with this, eat the grass and dirt!

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

We just sit around a lazy ass and blaze the grass, hit the trees,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

They all snakes in the grass