This is a song about "Grass"

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts