This is a song about "Grass is green"

Sleep ain't guaranteed when green is present

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

My time is spent mostly counting green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

People wonder why grass is green,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,