This is a song about "Grass phone sprite"

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

People wonder why grass is green,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Put my number in your phone

Shit ain’t better alone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Stop blowin up my phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

This pain she inherit can't be reversed

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see