This is a song about "Grass"

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass