This is a song about "Grass"

Baby, you got that super bass

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Little light in the ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

The science and the art, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

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

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

My garage full of cars that bounce

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts