This is a song about "Grass"

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

No one-half and i hate math

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

Show ‘em how much they really mean

People wonder why grass is green,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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