This is a song about "Grass"

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

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

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

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

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Come see real niggas on my team

People wonder why grass is green,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

But i let off everything i have

Am sick of being stuck for grass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass