This is a song about "Grass"

But in the meantime it's lights please

Till its grass i'm underneath

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Stay rolling up that potent grass