This is a song about "Grass"

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

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

Till its grass i'm underneath

Ima let her be by herself in peace

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

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

People wonder why grass is green,

Come see real niggas on my team

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass