This is a song about "Grass"

Together all the timethought it was true love

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Am sick of being stuck for grass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

They all snakes in the grass

Little light in the ass