This is a song about "Grass"

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

How beautiful are thou, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

No one-half and i hate math

Stay rolling up that potent grass

How the fuck you wipe your ass