This is a song about "Grass"

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

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

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass