This is a song about "Grass"

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

People wonder why grass is green,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

They claim it as their own, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Baby, you got that super bass