This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Amen, they say you only live once

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last