This is a song about "Grass phone sprite"

I'm everything that they call nice

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Whip, plane, motions own

Stop blowin up my phone

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Purple sprite got me leaning

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known