This is a song about "Grass"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

People wonder why grass is green,

Man this life is but a dream

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

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

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

Stay rolling up that potent grass

But i let off everything i have

No one-half and i hate math

They all snakes in the grass