This is a song about "Grass"

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Gotta make that cash

They all snakes in the 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

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

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

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

But i let off everything i have

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

You can't be wiping your ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Till its grass i'm underneath

I'm why baby mommas leave