This is a song about "Grass phone sprite"

Till its grass i'm underneath

Got her going down, no teeth

Like that drop out who created my phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Purple sprite got me leaning

So i always use a phone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Then i would put my sprite down

I don't want no fucking crown

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Stop blowin up my phone

So don't follow me home

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas