This is a song about "Grass"

Till its grass i'm underneath

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Together all the timethought it was true love

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas