This is a song about "Cut my grass"

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Keep my grass cut/ so i can always find a snake

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Cut me off, delete my number, and never call

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe