This is a song about "Grass"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

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

I'm not stupid or easy but i'm still green as the grass,

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass