This is a song about "Grass"

You can't be wiping your ass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass