This is a song about "Grass"

Till its grass i'm underneath

Not likely like stay long please

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Your life is a product of trash

Am sick of being stuck for grass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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