This is a song about "Grass"

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

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

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

And lead tha whole team

People wonder why grass is green,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass