This is a song about "Grass"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

People don't condone what they've never seen

People wonder why grass is green,

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I can get straight to the cash

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

But i let off everything i have

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

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

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