This is a song about "Condoms and grass"

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Of hard work and success, smoking more grass than wildfire,

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

And plus i've got the grass you lack, niggas, i be grabbing ass,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

We laze on the grass like cows and calfs (calves),

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Am sick of being stuck for grass