This is a song about "Grass"

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Gotta go, let her leave

Till its grass i'm underneath