This is a song about "Grass"

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

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

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

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

People wonder why grass is green,

The bitches is everything in between

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

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

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass