This is a song about "Grass"

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Till its grass i'm underneath

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

But i let off everything i have