This is a song about "Grass"

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I give bitches dick and leave

Till its grass i'm underneath

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

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass