This is a song about "Grass"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

To liberate yourselves, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

They all snakes in the grass