This is a song about "Grass"

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

So much class, double d’s and ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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