This is a song about "Grass"

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Our children must be taught, of africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Gotta make that cash

They all snakes in the grass

People wonder why grass is green,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme