This is a song about "Grass"

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I'm not stupid or easy but i'm still green as the grass,

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Stay rolling up that potent grass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

Baby got that super bass

Am sick of being stuck for grass