This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

Till its grass i'm underneath

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

The way she walks and causes a fuss

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

People wonder why grass is green,

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass