This is a song about "Grass"

Till its grass i'm underneath

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass