This is a song about "Grass"

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

I'm not stupid or easy but i'm still green as the grass,

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

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

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

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

Am sick of being stuck for grass

You can't be wiping your ass

My all gold rolly or the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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