This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

People wonder why grass is green,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

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

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

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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