This is a song about "Grass and ice and blood"

When i do make enough cash,i'm comin' back to destin and they're ass will be grass

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

With shards of ice and glass

Fell asleep in first class

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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