This is a song about "Grass grows"

My anger grows and patience is on the decrease,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Am sick of being stuck for grass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

No one-half and i hate math

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Till its grass i'm underneath

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Little light in the ass

They all snakes in the grass