This is a song about "Grass"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

People wonder why grass is green,

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

They claim it as their own, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Till its grass i'm underneath

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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