This is a song about "Grass"

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Baby, you got that super bass

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

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

As much as i wanna leave

Till its grass i'm underneath

Stay rolling up that potent grass

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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