This is a song about "Grass"

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

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

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

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.