This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Till its grass i'm underneath

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

But i let off everything i have

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class