This is a song about "Grass cutting"

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

And wonder how we ever came to this

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

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

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Trap our young black seeds

Till its grass i'm underneath

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I'm cutting off your fun

I told him get his 9 and run

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her