This is a song about "Grass"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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