This is a song about "Grass due"

Be the king, that was part of my dream

People wonder why grass is green,

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Stay rolling up that potent grass

But i let off everything i have

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Street due to lying real estate agents.

Then i gotta say peace to you

Your time is up, your time is due,

Till its grass i'm underneath

I'm everything that they call nice