This is a song about "Grass"

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

So much class, double d’s and ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

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

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

They all snakes in the grass

...that's all i have

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

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