This is a song about "Grass phone sprite"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

I need a ring, like a phone

And it's well known that rell home

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Mami told me son, hold your own

So i always use a phone

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,